Mixed in the breeze of April dusk winds
Floating high above
A sweetened melody seeps in all around
It must be a saxophone love.
Oh that sweet, so sweet jazz that tickles my ears
What heavenly music it seems
It fills my heart with joy and adoration
It brings contentment in my dreams.
That soul of the saxophone crooning its song
Presenting its own life story
Stories of sadness, heartache and pain
And stories of its outstanding glory.
Such saxophone love can cast strange spells
Changing normal people into scamps
Transforming gentlemen to hungry wolves
And proper ladies become wild vamps.
Oh how I love the music, that saxophone love
I would not mind to easily surrender
To the tempting siren that beckons my soul
That saxophone love, the majestic splendor.
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